A Quiet Day in Hue

The breakfast room and the Royal Restaurant of our hotel.


Friday, March 4.
The staff of this hotel are quietly and friendly efficient. Because I usually mile and say thank you to staff, I get the most beautiful smiles from the workers. But, it must be a prized place to work for the locals. This beautiful setting would be welcome to hotel personnel in Canada.
Hanging flowers and the Perfume River.



The elevator and the mural of Hue beside it.

After a late breakfast buffet, we have a wandering, do nothing day. Peter is attempting to buy runners to no avail. European size 43 seems to the largest size carried in this country of little people. By North American standards, I’m now on the small size, but here I feel like an elephant! Especially amongst women my age. The guide, Sun, said yesterday that I am strong for my age as his grandmother is a year younger than me and she is - and he bends forward to imitate someone with osteoporosis. I tell him that his grandmother has had a much harder life than I have had. This was the dividing area between the North and South during the Vietnam war, and she would have been a teenager. Not a pleasant thought.
After almost an hour of side-street searching, we go to the City Tour office and reserve our taxi for the ride to the airport tomorrow for our flight to Ha Noi. We return to the room and Peter reads and sleeps for a few hours. A few days rest should do him good.
At dinner, we are invited to a table with an Edmonton couple. We compare notes on our travel and Peter gets an e-mail to send them information about our South American travel. Although he is still yawning, Peter is feeling better. We’re all packed and ready for our final stop.


The sidewalk parking lot as is normal in Vietnam.

The teacher's college and the bronze plaque in honour of Uncle Ho Chi Min's first protest against the French taxation system.